Hi all,
First thing, happy new year to you all.
Okay, what I am interested in mostly is your views on the pace. Obviously anything else would be appreciated, grammar, punctuation etc. For those who haven’t read my threads before, 15-year-old Rebecca is finding the spiral-stairs for the first time. Meredith is a woman in a painting in the hallway of Rebecca’s old house. Its’ 2008.
Steve
Rebecca stuffed the last bite of her sandwich – she knew it was too much for one mouthful, but hey, no one here to moan, she thought. She locked the front door, wondering where to start. As she sauntered down the path toward the lake, she slowed, remembering the old ramshackle stables off to the right and headed over in that direction. Standing by a dilapidated wooden door covered in brambles, she realised she would need an alternative way in. She peered through the broken window, and spotting a possible way in at the rear, she made her way round the back, and carefully clambered over the remains of a broken down wall. Stepping into thick, straw-like, knee-high grass, Rebecca suspected her search might prove a little trickier than she’d initially thought. As she stood surveying the long grass and twisted brambles, she spotted a slim piece of wood propped up against some fallen bricks off to her right and carefully made her way over. Clearing away a few nettles, she picked up the piece of wood, turned it optimistically, thinking it was certainly the right size for a nameplate. Using a small piece of broken roof tile, she carefully scraped at the grubby, rotting piece of wood, examining it attentively, and soon realised it was just an old piece of wood.
She continued searching the ruins, finding only the odd piece of decayed wood or broken roof tile. Just as she was about to leave, something out of the ordinary caught her eye in the far corner, just poking out from the deep grass. Focussed on this old rusty piece of metal, she recklessly clambered over the fallen bricks and bramble. She stumbled, almost falling, when she spotted the curved corners and a splattering of green paint. Looks interesting, she thought, as she got closer. She bent down, carefully, avoided some more nettles, and pulled at the piece of metal. She pulled again, harder this time, until finally, it lifted free. Eagerly, she turned it over, and rubbing carefully with her hanky, revealed the name, Nadine. Sounds like a horse-name, she thought. Using her hanky again, she rubbed away more of the dirt and decided to google the name on her computer, doubtful it was the house-name she’d been looking for.
Rebecca headed back up to the main house, carefully placed the nameplate by the front door, and started upstairs to her computer. Half way up, she paused, as her thoughts unexpectedly returned to summerhouse. Getting that same odd, drawing feeling, she’d had so often, she decided to leave the nameplate and instead go and investigate the weird sensation she kept feeling.
She hesitated for a second, knowing her mum would probably be cross if she went alone, but as always, her inquisitive zest took over, and so she hurried back outside, and down the path. Arriving at the summerhouse, she went straight to the door of the darker room, looked inside, and as expected, it was empty, so she turned to the other room. She rummaged about, looking through the old photos, and wondered what was calling her. She stood for a couple minutes as she mulled over the picture of Meredith. All of a sudden, an odd shiver went down her spine and believing something was calling, turned swiftly toward the third door.
Standing by the locked door, she took a deep breath, and tried the handle. Nothing, it didn’t budge, not even a creek. Still breathing deeply, she tried again, again nothing, and then all of a sudden the handle turned easily. Panting with excitement, she stood bolt upright, clenched her lips tight, and frowned. She felt her neck tingle, as she considered Meredith’s spirit might have somehow opened the door for her.
She stood back a step and pulled the door toward her, and although it moved slightly, it failed to open. She frowned, placed her hand on her hip, and then laughed as she pushed the door inward. At first, it creaked a little, and then suddenly it opened easily, revealing a dark dingy room. She peered in, slowly allowing her eyes to adjust, and focussed on what appeared to be a spiral staircase. Shesquinted and guardedly entered through the narrow doorway. With just enough space to move, she covered herself in dust as she eased her way between the wall andthe metal banister. Brushing herself down, she shivered when she suddenly realised no one had been in here for a long, long time.
Wavering at the bottom of the stairs, she put her hand on the cold rail, and peered up into the darkness, then glanced down at the first step, then up again, and wondered.
Taking a deep breath, she carefully placed her foot on the step, and probed the deep spongy dust until it felt firm under foot. She then stood on the step, which made a clunky sound that echoed around the stairwell, and again her neck tingled. Little by little, she climbed the stairs, until she arrived by small door. Placing her hand on the tiny cold handle, she turned it back and forth several times, and although it moved freely, the door failed to open. She frowned, and wondered where this was leading her.
She continued slowly to edge her way up the narrowing stairs until she arrived at a second door that appeared to have a tiny window. With just enough room to peer through, she widened the beam on her torch and shone it through the window, but strangely the room remained pitch black. Pausing for a second, she again wondered if this was where she should be going. Slowly, she turned the handle, until she felt it click once. She gasped as the handle pulled from her grip and the door opened inwards, seemingly on its own. As her mind raced, she stood, trying to regain her bearings. Feeling just inside the doorframe with her hand, she squinted, as her torch suddenly went off. Hesitating for a moment, she flicked the switch on her torch a couple of times, but nothing, she shook it and tried the switch several more times, muttering, ‘This always works.’
She stood there for a couple of moments, gradually adjusting to the darkness, eventually her eyes settled on the far side of the room, where she could just make out a small window. She entered the room, slowly at first to allowing her eyes more time to adjust. The floor felt spongy under foot, so she moved forward carefully, trying not to disturb too much dust. All of a sudden, she stumbled, and a cloud of dust filled the room. Coughing, she spluttered, groping around in the dark as she tried to regain her composure. Making her way toward the window, she heard the door slam behind her. She paused for a second and instinctively turned back toward the door, peering into the darkness, and as she did, the room suddenly filled with light. Rebecca gasped, and still coughing from the dust, she squinted as her eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness. As she familiarised herself with her new surroundings, she unexpectedly heard her name called in a voice she didn’t recognise.
‘Rebecca, where are you, where are you hiding today?’
She was positively uncertain about the voice, and apprehensively called out. ‘Mum... Is that you?’
Again, she heard the voice. ‘Who else did you think it would be my dear? Did I hear you coughing just now?’
Motionless, and still staring at the door, Rebecca felt a shiver go down her spine. She blinked a couple of times and without moving her body, she peered from one side to the other. Feeling extremely uneasy, she turned slowly and to her astonishment, the curtains were now drawn. The bright sunlight made it hard to focus, but as she squinted, she could see that bizarrely there was no sign of the thick dust. As her eyes focussed a little more, she could see a large single bed with a white lace edged cover, two large tan, silky looking pillows, and a neatly placed, frilly green dress. Biting her top lip, she muttered, ‘This is very weird. This room suddenly looks new. Am I imagining this?’ Again, Rebecca frowned as her eyes hurried around the room and settled a small wooden desk. Making her way over the desk, she heard her named called again.
‘Rebecca, are you talking to yourself again?’
This time the woman’s voice seemed close and although her tone was soothing and gentle, Rebecca did not know this voice.
She shivered, hesitated for a moment, and thought how very peculiar this was becoming. Just about to answer, she bit her bottom lip as she remembered her mum was at the spa. Still unsure, she called out uneasily, ‘Mum, come and look at this room, it looks new, I don’t know what is going on. Mum, mum, where are you.’
‘I am just coming, my dear. What do you mean it is new? You know it is new, after all, you helped decorate it.’
Suddenly she heard the door close and was aware of someone standing behind her. Turning slowly, Rebecca took a sharp intake of breath. A slender, petite, very beautiful, dark haired woman was standing in the doorway. The woman was dressed in an ankle length, light brown skirt that had the appearance of some kind of hessian, a white frilly blouse, and a dark red and green shawl draped loosely around her shoulders.
‘Oh here you are my lovely, hiding in your new room again. Come on lunch is almost ready. Then after, we must do our chores. We have responsibilities you know, we can’t stay here for free, and we are due at the stables soon.’
Rebecca trembled, breathing heavily, as she felt a succession of shivers go up and down her spine. She raised her eyes and wondered what is going on. Her mind started racing, she glanced at the floor, then up at the woman, and thought, is this? She shivered again and glanced at the hairs on her arm, knowing this was indeed Meredith.
First thing, happy new year to you all.
Okay, what I am interested in mostly is your views on the pace. Obviously anything else would be appreciated, grammar, punctuation etc. For those who haven’t read my threads before, 15-year-old Rebecca is finding the spiral-stairs for the first time. Meredith is a woman in a painting in the hallway of Rebecca’s old house. Its’ 2008.
Steve
Rebecca stuffed the last bite of her sandwich – she knew it was too much for one mouthful, but hey, no one here to moan, she thought. She locked the front door, wondering where to start. As she sauntered down the path toward the lake, she slowed, remembering the old ramshackle stables off to the right and headed over in that direction. Standing by a dilapidated wooden door covered in brambles, she realised she would need an alternative way in. She peered through the broken window, and spotting a possible way in at the rear, she made her way round the back, and carefully clambered over the remains of a broken down wall. Stepping into thick, straw-like, knee-high grass, Rebecca suspected her search might prove a little trickier than she’d initially thought. As she stood surveying the long grass and twisted brambles, she spotted a slim piece of wood propped up against some fallen bricks off to her right and carefully made her way over. Clearing away a few nettles, she picked up the piece of wood, turned it optimistically, thinking it was certainly the right size for a nameplate. Using a small piece of broken roof tile, she carefully scraped at the grubby, rotting piece of wood, examining it attentively, and soon realised it was just an old piece of wood.
She continued searching the ruins, finding only the odd piece of decayed wood or broken roof tile. Just as she was about to leave, something out of the ordinary caught her eye in the far corner, just poking out from the deep grass. Focussed on this old rusty piece of metal, she recklessly clambered over the fallen bricks and bramble. She stumbled, almost falling, when she spotted the curved corners and a splattering of green paint. Looks interesting, she thought, as she got closer. She bent down, carefully, avoided some more nettles, and pulled at the piece of metal. She pulled again, harder this time, until finally, it lifted free. Eagerly, she turned it over, and rubbing carefully with her hanky, revealed the name, Nadine. Sounds like a horse-name, she thought. Using her hanky again, she rubbed away more of the dirt and decided to google the name on her computer, doubtful it was the house-name she’d been looking for.
Rebecca headed back up to the main house, carefully placed the nameplate by the front door, and started upstairs to her computer. Half way up, she paused, as her thoughts unexpectedly returned to summerhouse. Getting that same odd, drawing feeling, she’d had so often, she decided to leave the nameplate and instead go and investigate the weird sensation she kept feeling.
She hesitated for a second, knowing her mum would probably be cross if she went alone, but as always, her inquisitive zest took over, and so she hurried back outside, and down the path. Arriving at the summerhouse, she went straight to the door of the darker room, looked inside, and as expected, it was empty, so she turned to the other room. She rummaged about, looking through the old photos, and wondered what was calling her. She stood for a couple minutes as she mulled over the picture of Meredith. All of a sudden, an odd shiver went down her spine and believing something was calling, turned swiftly toward the third door.
Standing by the locked door, she took a deep breath, and tried the handle. Nothing, it didn’t budge, not even a creek. Still breathing deeply, she tried again, again nothing, and then all of a sudden the handle turned easily. Panting with excitement, she stood bolt upright, clenched her lips tight, and frowned. She felt her neck tingle, as she considered Meredith’s spirit might have somehow opened the door for her.
She stood back a step and pulled the door toward her, and although it moved slightly, it failed to open. She frowned, placed her hand on her hip, and then laughed as she pushed the door inward. At first, it creaked a little, and then suddenly it opened easily, revealing a dark dingy room. She peered in, slowly allowing her eyes to adjust, and focussed on what appeared to be a spiral staircase. Shesquinted and guardedly entered through the narrow doorway. With just enough space to move, she covered herself in dust as she eased her way between the wall andthe metal banister. Brushing herself down, she shivered when she suddenly realised no one had been in here for a long, long time.
Wavering at the bottom of the stairs, she put her hand on the cold rail, and peered up into the darkness, then glanced down at the first step, then up again, and wondered.
Taking a deep breath, she carefully placed her foot on the step, and probed the deep spongy dust until it felt firm under foot. She then stood on the step, which made a clunky sound that echoed around the stairwell, and again her neck tingled. Little by little, she climbed the stairs, until she arrived by small door. Placing her hand on the tiny cold handle, she turned it back and forth several times, and although it moved freely, the door failed to open. She frowned, and wondered where this was leading her.
She continued slowly to edge her way up the narrowing stairs until she arrived at a second door that appeared to have a tiny window. With just enough room to peer through, she widened the beam on her torch and shone it through the window, but strangely the room remained pitch black. Pausing for a second, she again wondered if this was where she should be going. Slowly, she turned the handle, until she felt it click once. She gasped as the handle pulled from her grip and the door opened inwards, seemingly on its own. As her mind raced, she stood, trying to regain her bearings. Feeling just inside the doorframe with her hand, she squinted, as her torch suddenly went off. Hesitating for a moment, she flicked the switch on her torch a couple of times, but nothing, she shook it and tried the switch several more times, muttering, ‘This always works.’
She stood there for a couple of moments, gradually adjusting to the darkness, eventually her eyes settled on the far side of the room, where she could just make out a small window. She entered the room, slowly at first to allowing her eyes more time to adjust. The floor felt spongy under foot, so she moved forward carefully, trying not to disturb too much dust. All of a sudden, she stumbled, and a cloud of dust filled the room. Coughing, she spluttered, groping around in the dark as she tried to regain her composure. Making her way toward the window, she heard the door slam behind her. She paused for a second and instinctively turned back toward the door, peering into the darkness, and as she did, the room suddenly filled with light. Rebecca gasped, and still coughing from the dust, she squinted as her eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness. As she familiarised herself with her new surroundings, she unexpectedly heard her name called in a voice she didn’t recognise.
‘Rebecca, where are you, where are you hiding today?’
She was positively uncertain about the voice, and apprehensively called out. ‘Mum... Is that you?’
Again, she heard the voice. ‘Who else did you think it would be my dear? Did I hear you coughing just now?’
Motionless, and still staring at the door, Rebecca felt a shiver go down her spine. She blinked a couple of times and without moving her body, she peered from one side to the other. Feeling extremely uneasy, she turned slowly and to her astonishment, the curtains were now drawn. The bright sunlight made it hard to focus, but as she squinted, she could see that bizarrely there was no sign of the thick dust. As her eyes focussed a little more, she could see a large single bed with a white lace edged cover, two large tan, silky looking pillows, and a neatly placed, frilly green dress. Biting her top lip, she muttered, ‘This is very weird. This room suddenly looks new. Am I imagining this?’ Again, Rebecca frowned as her eyes hurried around the room and settled a small wooden desk. Making her way over the desk, she heard her named called again.
‘Rebecca, are you talking to yourself again?’
This time the woman’s voice seemed close and although her tone was soothing and gentle, Rebecca did not know this voice.
She shivered, hesitated for a moment, and thought how very peculiar this was becoming. Just about to answer, she bit her bottom lip as she remembered her mum was at the spa. Still unsure, she called out uneasily, ‘Mum, come and look at this room, it looks new, I don’t know what is going on. Mum, mum, where are you.’
‘I am just coming, my dear. What do you mean it is new? You know it is new, after all, you helped decorate it.’
Suddenly she heard the door close and was aware of someone standing behind her. Turning slowly, Rebecca took a sharp intake of breath. A slender, petite, very beautiful, dark haired woman was standing in the doorway. The woman was dressed in an ankle length, light brown skirt that had the appearance of some kind of hessian, a white frilly blouse, and a dark red and green shawl draped loosely around her shoulders.
‘Oh here you are my lovely, hiding in your new room again. Come on lunch is almost ready. Then after, we must do our chores. We have responsibilities you know, we can’t stay here for free, and we are due at the stables soon.’
Rebecca trembled, breathing heavily, as she felt a succession of shivers go up and down her spine. She raised her eyes and wondered what is going on. Her mind started racing, she glanced at the floor, then up at the woman, and thought, is this? She shivered again and glanced at the hairs on her arm, knowing this was indeed Meredith.